sometimes you don't feel the storm coming
until it is upon you
a sudden imbalance of pressure
a change in the light
and before you know it,
you are washed away.

sometimes you see the storm coming
you feel it in your bones
and you brace yourself
against the impact,
you stand tall against the wind.

sometimes you are the storm
a temporary flooding
a fierce display of light and sound
roaring
dissipating in all directions
a heaving mess
of nature.

but it is when the storm comes upon you,
seduces you with its power...
crashes upon you in a steady rhythm
wears down any semblance of solidity,
that you have to breathe.

it is when you feel yourself giving in
that you have to become the thunder.
it is when you feel yourself giving up
that you have to become the light.